Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Parry Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Index,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.